If You Came

If you came,

if you held this hand,

dragging me, pulling me,

pushing me forward,

if you took me away,

even if you made

the worst decisions for me.

I have no strength left.

I wish it were you,

I wish it were you.

If you came as a bird,

if you blew in as the wind,

took the fever from my forehead.

I have no strength left.

If I could see,

if I could finally be still.

Like a wounded soldier

longing

for a single sip of water,

maybe.

I want to throw up

the devil inside me,

the weight,

the burning, stinging

stones.

To be innocent as a child,

sinless,

so unaware.

To be soft like cotton,

to sleep

deep and untroubled.

If you came,

if you held this hand,

dragging me, pulling me,

pushing me forward,

if you took me away,

even if you chose

the worst paths for me.

Like a wounded soldier

longing

for a single sip of water,

maybe.